Siren: Blood Curse Novels & Stories

I was clean. The woman stepped forward, her hands glowing with a soft, crimson light. "You have the fire to destroy, but the Sovereign must also have the power to save. This is the Blood-Bind. It is the only force that can shatter the curse Morvanna used to enslave Kieran’s will. Take it." She pressed her hands against my chest. A warm, golden energy flooded my heart. It was a specialized light, designed to seek out and break the chains of blood magic. It felt different from the white fire. It was not a weapon of war; it was a key. I felt complete.

The uncontrolled energy formed a giant vortex, dragging the Sire toward its center. "No!" The Sire struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free. The powerful suction pulled her, inch by inch, into the core of the energy storm. Just before she was completely consumed, she looked at me with pure hatred and screamed her final curse: "Elena, you little bitch! You conspired with the Church to betray me! I curse you! May you never walk in the sun again!" I closed the lid of the silver coffin and sent my Sire on her final journey.

she shrieked. The words made something snap inside of me. The glow in my hands flickered, and the vines suddenly unwrapped themselves from her. Selena immediately scrambled away from me once she was free, her face now a ghastly pale colour, and her body was violently shaking as she kept her gaze on me. “I knew I-it,” she whispered, her breath shaking. “You are no ancient goddess, you’re just cursed!” The words seemed to make something twist inside my chest. I opened my mouth to say something, but Selena was already dashing away. The vines slowly retracted back to their original position, and the water that was whipping in the air slowly went back to the fountain.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

I said. Asa reached into the folder and pulled out a second document, older, the paper thick and yellowed and chopped in zigzag at the edges, covered in script I recognised as ancient pack text. “I went back to the original records of the curse. The ones from before your grandfather’s time.” He spread it on the table between us. “The curse was bound by blood. Ancient blood magic from the moon Goddess origin. The only thing that can break it is blood compatibility from a fated mate.” I looked at him.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

She turns to see, swallowing as the terror made her heart punched her ribs, trying to escape the danger. She couldn’t make out the outline carefully but in the slight glow of the moonlight, its arms were twisted awkwardly and it was blad sickly pale transparent skin that made its vein seen through its skin, skin and bone with silver cold eyes, Faith eyes widen looking at its fangs dripping blood. *** “Ma’am, we are here,” Neil’s voice broke through Faith’s thoughts and she woke from the past to present with a gasp.

she bitterly smiled, “so my desire is my origin. What's with my parents, the ancestors, the ancient? What cause this suffering in my heart when I'm only want is live?” Her expression change greatly as she added, “Do I deserve it?” “Nonsense!” The voice vibrated, and the white fragment cause her pupils to shrink. “No one deserve such a thing. The curse is a price from the ancient, and it's nothing personal, lady.” Nuahanna shook violently. The white fragment came to her mind, causing her mind to spun. The way it spun, it revive the emotions in the deepest of her soul! Creeching, splashing and banging sounds filled her mind. Then the images so bright it daze her, and she vibrated herself. Her

they murmured gently, their respect mingled with worry. Selene acknowledged them with a nod and proceeded outside into the night. The forest awaited — silent, almost anticipatory. She followed the faint surge of energy deeper into the woods until she reached a small clearing. The air was cool and moist, rich with the scent of pine and soil. There, kneeling beside a pool of moonlit water, was Elder Mira. “I anticipated your arrival,” the elder stated without turning. “The heart is restless when it fears for those it loves.” Selene approached, her voice quavering. “You indicated that the curse thrives on me — that it is sustained by my blood. Surely there must be a way to end it without endang